But one thing she loves to do is swim. She actually won several gold medals while competing in Mt Pleasant years ago. She didn't always fancy the beach, but if given an opportunity, she would rarely turn down a chance to go in a pool. So when I found out an excerpt from our story, THE NORTH SIDE OF DOWN, would be featured in the BookDaily "Health and Fitness" ezine, this chapter immediately sprang to mind:
Physical activity was demanding for Amanda. She didn’t want to take walks with me. I figured if I weighed over 200 pounds, with bad knees and tiny, flat feet, I wouldn’t want to walk, either. But she could swim. Our cousin Denny had a pool at his hotel, and so as summer heated up, that became our ritual. Best of all, on days when she went swimming, I didn’t make her take a shower. If the chlorine was heavy, she could just hose off at the pool. She didn’t have any hair to wash. I did insist that she shave her armpits. When I wasn’t around, she had a tendency to let the hair grow. That was easy enough for me to fix. If she happened to lift her arm for any reason, exposing armpit hair, I would make the motion of pulling the cord on a lawn mower.
|The lens case is for size comparison, although I later claimed I had, "dropped my lens case when I realized the brown blob wasn't my false eyelashes!"|